Oskar was still under water. Below the surface he no longer called home. It had become something else. The water blocked his hearing, but now it was completely silent. His lungs were now almost filled with water, and he didn’t want to resist anymore. He had no more energy left. If he had opened his eyes he would see a blue tiled wall, surrendered with water making it twist unevenly. But his eyes were closed. He had thought about going somewhere. Not home, further. Much further. But now he did not think anymore.